Perfectly Damaged (GxG)

Let The Truth Sting

Natasha**

You are awfully quiet Nat, I hate it! Mikaela complained. I nodded looking out the window. I am too far distracted to drive so I decided to let Mikaela do the driving. You're weird today. She stated. Again, I nodded absentmindedly, I was too disoriented to think about whatever she was talking about.

You're ugly.

We are twins so that makes you ugly too. I flipped her off.

I should've asked one more question. She joked but I just couldn't laugh, not today, not when I am about to have my judgment day.

I doubt Sofia would be able to reject you. My best friend likes you. Come on, I thought you were Natasha Park whom no one could refuse. Mikaela tried to reassure me but after that awful dream, I am not so sure anymore. If you are wondering what was the dream about, let's just say I dreamed about this day, telling everything to Sofia and it didn't turn out well.

Natasha!!! Mikaela shouted.

Huh? She glared at me.

Fine be like that, you're acting like you don't trust me at all. She said huffing like a little girl.

I am scared, Ela. Still looking outside.

You don't have to really, I mean Sofia is the sweetest and most understanding person I have ever met, I am sure she'd understand you as long as you tell her your reasons. She explained. I sighed and hoped she was right.

We entered the room in our first class and immediately glanced at Sofia who was talking animatedly with Emma. Both of their head snapped our way when they heard the door open. I smiled at Sofia, but she just ignored me like I didn't even exist. Mikaela sat beside her. I frowned and sat in my seat. Could it be that my dream is not really a dream, and somehow, I believe it was? No, that couldn't be.

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Sofia, can I talk to you in private? Everyone turns their head to Sofia.

Fine. She said dryly.

Goodluck sis! Mikaela commented.

We got your back. Lukas remarked.

Whatever happens, we are still your friends. Emma said.

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Sofia**

Now talk.

Sofia, I killed someone. I am a murderer. And might practically do so.

I stared at her. I didn't know what to say. I mean, what exactly do you say to someone who literally saying that she is a murderer? Maybe it is a joke?

Sofia says something. Natasha grabbed both my shoulders and shook me.

You're saying you killed someone and you are a murderer? I asked her, expecting her to burst out laughing and say she was just kidding, but she just nodded.

I honestly saw Natasha as a friend, a very good friend. It's not like I would've hated her, I know she has her reasons. I honestly saw this friendship growing into something more but yet again a person lied to me and caused me too much pain. I think I deserve the right to feel pained and betrayed.

You've been lying to me, to my friends, to everyone. Wh- what kind of person does that? And to think you killed someone. Who are you really? I asked trying my best to stay calm but the tears were not helping me at all. Natasha didn't speak.

Natasha, you lied to me. Just like what Mikaela did. Is this some kind of a family trend? My voice cracked.

Our friends knew. Mikaela told them before I even planned to tell you. That threw me over the edge, fuck trying to be calm.

Where are you going to tell me? I had to hear it from Mount Sinai.

I am telling you now.

Well, you know what? Forget it. I don't even care. I turned my back and walked away wiping my tears.

Sofia let me explain. I have my reasons, and if you feel like walking away after I tell you everything then I won't stop you. She said with her eyes pleading.

I stared at her and let my tears flow from my eyes. I wanted to cuss, tell her to fuck her reasons, but looking at her with so much anguish in her eyes I couldn't, I realized that she was also hurting. Maybe she did have a reason and all I have to do is to listen.

It was never really my intention to tell you the truth. She started but it just made me angrier.

You have no idea how I feel privileged right now. I feel so fucking lucky that I have just been lied to. I spat sarcastically causing her to grimace.

Look, Sofia. That came out wrong, maybe I should start with why I moved here to New York to live with my sister and mom.